April 20, 2001

I haven't been feeling well. I hate it when I don't feel well.

I bought material for some projects - a medieval dress. It should be nice. Navy and emerald green. Not too fancy. Easier to get into than my bodice, blouse and skirt. And I'm going to make a snood for my hair. By using blue netting I can wear it with my bodice outfit too. Phew. I finally have proper hair covering.

Well, I have nothing to say. It's weird. I've been writing a lot in some ways - this, my journal, email. I remember back in the day when I used to just sit down at my computer and write and write and write. I just don't have the patience for a novel anymore. I think I'm more aware of my writing and I hate the idea of editing fifty, sixty, a hundred pages of stuff. I have ideas for books. Not just novels, but books. I just haven't started writing most of them. I guess I could just be Dorothy Parker and stick to the poems and short stories. I like writing them anyway.

Speaking of Dorothy Parker, they mentioned it on Gilmore Girls. I kind of like that show. Rory's pretty cool. And she reads Dorothy Parker.

I remember finding this picture of Dorothy Parker taken by Richard Avalon when I was in high school. I think it was in Time magazine with pictures he'd taken of Samuel Beckett. The picture was taken not long before her death. She looked like Hell. She had these huge bags under her eyes, and she was pale and blotchy. She is the reason why I refuse to start drinking gin. I'm not going to be one of those hard-drinking journalists who smokes like a chimney. I'm just going to consume large amounts of coffee and tea. And eat nothing but fast food. If I have to have a vice as a journalist I'll pick the food and not the poisons.

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